Page 22 of His Bonded Omega Mate
“The attackers likely had at least one other accomplice.” Deke explained as he entered my room. Axel trailed behind him. I looked for the elf that was often with him. “They set sleep spells around the compound. You and Elliotte were in a silence bubble and they cut your connection between your wolf and the pack. It was powerful and expensive magic. They made it so you couldn’t call for help and didn’t have your wolf to fight with.”
Axel shared a look with his cousin, the healer and assistant. “The elves are sending for help.” Axel looked faraway for a second, clearly using his family bond, and returned his concerned gaze to me. “I can’t believe someone tried this. We are so grateful to you, Roan.”
Deke and Axel placed hands on my shins, about the only part of me that didn’t ache something fierce. I felt my wolf basking in our pack’s attention as he worked to shield me from the worst of the pain. He needed the comfort almost as much as I did.
I scented him before I saw him. Grapefruit and honey.
Mate.
Everyone in the room turned to me in shock, and I realized I must have spoken it aloud. My wolf stilled, waiting in anticipation. Everyone in the room paused as the door opened.
A man swept through. A short, stunning omega of maybe Asian heritage. I couldn’t be sure. With shifter bright liquid dark eyes and floppy black hair, he entered and owned the room immediately. All our eyes went to him and it seemed like the room held its breath. Two betas flanked him on both sides, but I struggled to take my eyes off my mate to get a glimpse at them. One was a few inches taller than the omega, with blond hair and cornflower blue eyes, the other was taller still, with warm brown skin and rich chocolate eyes, he kept his hair in short locs.
The omega’s eyes landed on me, and I noted when he caught my scent. A small gasp escaped pouty lips that quickly twisted into a breath stealing flirty grin. He looked up at me through long, dark lashes. “Hello, Mate.”
It was my turn to gasp. I wasn’t quite expecting him to be so forward and accepting of what I was to him. Especially with me in my current state. Everyone in the room disappeared from notice.
“Uh, hi. You must be Hiroshi.”
“And you, my mate, are my patient? Roan is it?” His accent was impossible to discern, not completely American, though there was an inflection. There were traces of what was likely his homeland, but I heard something European, maybe French, in there.
“Uh.” Goddess help me, why couldn’t I speak without stammering? “That’s me.”
Aldrin jumped in to rescue me from myself. My wolf was howling in triumph. We had found our mate, or rather, he’d found us. I heard Aldrin tell Hiroshi the details of my injuries with a ton of medical jargon.
It was crazy to me he’d been living in the compound for the last couple of weeks and we hadn’t bumped into each other or caught a scent. Then I remembered that he’d been assaulted and was likely still recovering. I felt my face twist.
“Uh-uh!” Hiroshi chided, his focus falling completely on me again. “Wherever your mind went just now, get back from that thought.”
“Um —“
“If it was an alpha worrying about a damaged omega mate, you can quit that right now. I’ve had enough of that from these two. I don’t want to be pitied.” How had he guessed? He pointed over his shoulders with both hands to the betas standing guard behind him.
They glowered at him and one spoke, the blonde. “What you went through was horrific, Sunshine.”
“I know, Tate. You and Asher keep reminding me. But it’s only that bad if I choose to see it that way. I’m not sparing it one more thought, especially now that I’ve found my mate. That man has no power over me anymore.” Hiroshi looked smug. Pleasure making his dark eyes glitter.
Hiroshi turned back to me as he approached my injured side. “May I look?”
“Please. I heard you were a famous healer.”
His grin lit up his face. “Yeah, I’ve been to so many places. Have to say I’m enjoying Sweetwater the best.”
We shared smiles, and he finished unwrapping the bandages. The blood seeped slowly down my arm again.
“We didn’t stitch him, thinking that you might heal the severed nerves and tendons better than I could.” Aldrin explained at Hiroshi’s worried look.
“I’ll do my best, but this… this… I’m not sure if I can save the arm.”
His words hit like a punch. Dread weighed down my stomach, and I thought I might pass out again. I couldn’t lose it.
“Roan? It’s okay, I’ll do what I can to save it. I need you and your wolf to let me work, alright?”
I just about managed to nod. The panic of possibly losing my arm had me hyperventilating.
“Roan, breathe,” Hiroshi soothed.
Following my mate’s words, I took a deep breath. I copied him, letting it out again.
